OLD TIGERS

Somewhere old tigers are free
They lie in sunlit glades
You can hear them growling sleepily
You can tell their minds are made
Somewhere Midas is the king
His walls are paved with gold
He never wants for anything
His rooms are never too cold
His rooms are never too cold

As you turn inside your room
You look into your fate
Your past is a holy womb
Your future comes too late
Outside the city's breathing loud
You see the subway throngs
In the seething of the crowd
You hear their rattling bones
You hear their rattling bones

You've played the radio
It's the same on every band
You've scorned the late late show
Missed the party that you'd planned
How your body aches with pain
But your mind's too false to move
In the dark night on the wane
You've nothing else to lose
You've not a thing to lose

So now the wheel must turn
The dust will settle down
You've never watched your candle burn
You've never moved around
You've only guessed the mystery
In a lonely mirror's scowl
Through the deep hurting mysery
You hear old tigers growl
You hear old tigers growl